When you help them build stairs to the moon, And you think you all are going together and reach up soon.But you forget one important thing, The wooden staircase could take only one person at a time.

So they climb up, leaving you behind.

You thought we’ll all stand together, once we reach.But a lesson did they teach?

But momma said always help people, be kind and generous,Don’t say I, but worry about the ‘Us’.But momma didn’t know that people no longer care,They get what what they want, and do not do fair.They forget your help or the days they needed you,The one who made the stairs and was left behind by you.

I laugh in despair, that momma when they had reached up,At least they didn’t break the stairs,I should have believed they never cared.

But momma you never told me that I had to be little selfish,All I did was share and share until things got finished.

I should have kept some things for myself in this world,Days after days things got more swirled.I got infuriated by all this muddle,I was left alone, with no one to cuddle.

I cried, I shouted, I screamed.For God, what bad have I done,that I could not get to my dream.

I vowed to not help people anymore,Not be kind or generous, or helping a sore.I saw the world through a broken glass,I was drawing myself away from the mean class.

But deep in my heart, I believed,That the one who’s the strongest, and kindest,Then success, happiness all you achieve!I knew how to build those stairs, so I did it again,I learnt from experience, I grew from that pain.

I reached even higher than they can imagine ever,And they were back in news telling me clever.Oh fools, I thought, what have you done,You never knew there’s a difference between a planet and the sun!

But one thing all we must learn from now,Look for real people, because it’s a fake town.Share only with those who’re worthy of that gift,The people, who are there and never split.

And you need to give yourself, is your help first,So that you climb up the moon, with the stairs you trust.

Be kind, sincere and fearless,Because you’re special, and you’re no less!

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When a song stirs emotions, and memories.
When pages from a book, leave a peculiar scent.
When you listen to the bus passing by, and wonder, where it might be going.
A home. The happy ever after. To find the right one.

KOI NO YOKAN(n.) The sense upon first meeting a person that two of you are going to fall in love

Does that happen?Yes, it does, she said.

Sometimes when you meet someone,
like a wind passing by, and the scent it left.
Like someone played an old song,
reminding you of the old times,
Or someone brewed coffee,
Or turned pages from an old book.
Like a trace of someone’s perfume,
which brings pain in the knees.
But you won’t tell.

Yes.You might have a homesickness for a home, to which you cannot return back,
Or you have never been to. People, places and memories! Those you miss, don’t exist anymore.
For the irony of pain is that, you let the same person you love, hurt you over and over again.
And the beauty of the situation is that, you want to be comforted by the same person who hurt you.

Having perfected our disguise,
we search for a person we can’t fool. Someone who loves you for what you are,
not what you look. May the fairy tales be true.
Let their be magic! When you want to come out,
of the shell, like a seed. When you are back as a child,
with the one who completes, as the missing piece,
from the puzzle of your life. Or whispers the missing notes,
to your incomplete song.

And when the scribbles on the last pages of your book,meant a lot more than your story.
And when it’s not about the ending — happy, or sad.
It’s about the story.

So set yourself on fire.For one day, you will stumble upon someone,who will ignite a spark within you that will never ever die.

And when such people happen, you’ll know they’re magic!And when you’ll never have enough, you’ll ever have an illusion.For whom you’ll never stop looking among st the crowd.
For they are the best chapters of your life.

commuovere(v.) to stir, to touch, to move to tears

And when deep inside they’d care the most,They would pretend they don’t care.
And when you’ll come across the sad part of the story,you will ever come to find–– that they are not always the ones whom we spend our lives with.

It would be too late.

After all at the end, we all are just stories.Each and every soul you meet has to play a part in the story.
While one may take a chapter, others a line or two.The special ones occupy the exclamations, apostrophes, in the happiest sentences of your life.

And then the fire they ignite, may not be the first or the last. But the only one that lasts forever.
And the only one worth fighting for.

| So I wonder not how well it starts, but how bad it’s gonna end. |
That’s the BOOK OF YOUR LIFE.

So it happens to occur that yesterday was my birthday, yay. Here’s my birthday prayer, what I felt, precisely :

Because happiness is true only when shared. Because life is too short. And loving more makes you feel alive. Because laughing out loud,Brings back the zeal in you.

So never do anything that makes you unhappy. Because we live each day,To fill in the blank spaces in life, With the colors from the kaleidoscope of love.

Yes we are busy, we have priorities,But just smiling or doing little things for each other, Can make a lot difference.Every word has a meaning. And every silence too. It’s our little world. And you only live once. Mind that.

Yes, we may have ups and downs in life, Would feel broken. At times shattered. Nevertheless we try try try, And we try too hard.For life shall dance once again. For if it’s winters, can spring be far behind?

People change, memories don’t. Birthdays, anniversaries, Remind us of all the beautiful memories we have had, With all the souls we pass by, year after year. And still they bring tears of joy!

Yes, we have got issues, differences, I may be always annoying to some people,Or I may find some souls monotonous each day.Because things change and people leave. Life doesn’t stop for anybody.

But don’t all we wish a happy ending for each of us?After all at the end we are just stories!